mourning run / ky+various
Sept 19, 2020 21:02:52 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Sept 19, 2020 21:02:52 GMT -5
k y .
"Never got the chance
To say a last goodbye
I gotta move on
But it hurts to try"
He'd been home for four days and it already felt as if One was closing in on him. Ky was already back in his regular routine, wake up at five and go for a run, get home by six, eat, train, garden, go to bed. It was as if nothing had changed at all, except everything had.
His chest still hurt a little from when he was beaten up, the ache in his fingers would probably never fully leave. He found that his thoughts were drifting far too easily. Conversations were odd, it was harder to focus and sometimes he forgot he was in the middle of a sentence when-
And it was lonelier without Beck crashing through his door with the promise of a distraction.
It was hard to tell how the district felt about him, he wondered if they'd all seen the news, if they'd splashed propaganda about him and Emmett into District One's feed as well. It was hard to gauge, he'd never felt like One loved him much in the first place. Ky was more worried about how it'd reflect on his mom anyway. She'd already lost a finger and the last thing she needed was more shit to deal with.
And he still hadn't brought it all up with her. It wasn't that he was afraid to or anything, he just didn't know how to tell her that his heart was still so broken. It'd been almost three weeks since Emmett had died and a part of him still didn't believe it. He still dreamed about waking up and it all having been a dream.
Sometimes he dreamed about waking up to Emmett beside him.
Ky knew that was weird, that he'd barely known him, but he'd wanted to. He'd never wanted to know anyone so badly before and maybe it was all just a crush but in reverse. It'd always be unrequited, he'd never really know if Emmett liked him in the same way.
It was selfish but that almost hurt the most.
So he ran from it, from all of it. Every morning right down the same trail he'd been running for the last six or so years like clockwork. His feet hit dirt and it was a strange sort of therapy.
Yes, it all hurt but running was good, safe.